Give me my voice back
Give me that one forsaken chance
To give what I lack
And I don't mean prance
Give me my voice back
So I don't feel so weak or fragile
So I can forgive all of my slack
Attempts at being agile
Give me my voice back
So I can finally learn to be me
And I no longer need to attack
Who I am, give me the key
My voice is the only thing I own
In this cold, cruel, forgotten world
And when I have it back I'll sit on my throne
With a smirk, with posture and my hair curled
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 2:50 PM UTC
Give me my voice back
Give me that one forsaken chance
To give what I lack
And I don't mean prance
Give me my voice back
So I don't feel so weak or fragile
So I can forgive all of my slack
Attempts at being agile
Give me my voice back
So I can finally learn to be me
And I no longer need to attack
Who I am, give me the key
My voice is the only thing I own
In this cold, cruel, forgotten world
And when I have it back I'll sit on my throne
With a smirk, with posture and my hair curled
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